Honey Pot
Chapter 2-Laying down the law
It was a cloudy overcast on the Midwestern city known as Middleton. The sky was dark and Grey with a few beams of light shining out through the cracks. Some bits of blue sky here and there.
Down below in a modest neighborhood is the renovating home of a certain side-kick. In the room of its only occupant, Ron Stoppable was sleeping soundly. Deeper and more relaxed than he could remember. If he had his way he'd stay like that forever. Too bad it wasn't up to him as his alarm clock went off on the lamp table.
The side-kick slammed his right hand down on the stop button on the top of it, though instinct alone. Yawning, Ron raised his hands to rub his eyes but found he couldn't with his left. Shifting a bit, Ron discovered that both his left arm and his legs were tangled in something. Something long, lean, and warm- Very warm.
"Kiiiiimmmm- Nah. Kim, wake up. Its time to go." Ron yawned , rubbing the girl's back as he pulled the blankets down to his chest. To the millionaire's great surprise, instead of seeing a bright red mane resting there, he saw dark brown locks. "Kim?"
The head rustled for a moment on the millionaire's chest before he heard an adorable yawn. Two tan slender arms reached out from under the sheets and stretched to his sides. The mystery girl slid her hands on top of the side-kick's chest, pushing herself up so that she could sit on his lap and stretch. Ron froze, his eyes turned into dinner plates as he saw two perfectly shaped breasts in a violet lace bra staring down at him.
The mystery girl shifted from side to side for the stretch for a few moments, Ron's eyes fallowed the enchanting bra as she did so, before she suddenly stopped. The side-kick heard an adorable sigh as the mystery girl slumped back down, her hands sliding up from his chest until resting on the millionaire's collarbone. The side-kick barely even noticed, as now in this new position the mystery girl's perfectly shaped breasts here suspended directly over Ron's face.
The side-kick heard some mumbling but no real words, his eyes and mind were solely on the mystery girl's captivating bra. The millionaire was so focused that he noticed that it wasn't just a bare color only garment. The bra was covered in a floral design in a deceptively enticing gray on both the cups stretching to the strap around and below them. All of which only accentuate what looked like a mile of popping cleavage.
"You- whoooo." The mystery girl whistled in an adorable cheer as she covered her chest with her left arm. "Oh Ronnie?"
"H-huh?"
Ron asked, his eyes still focused on the mile of light mocha colored cleavage left uncovered in front of him. But like before this was cut short when the mystery girl snapped her fingers in the side-kick's face. Shaking is head to regain focus, Ron's eyes drifted up to the mystery girl and to his great surprise found none other than Bonnie's face. Her beautiful face was as sexy and adorable as it was spine quivering as she smirked down at the millionaire.
"That was a night."
Ron's mouth dropped open and let out a tiny squeak as he looked back up at the beautiful girl. The millionaire side-kick couldn't find the words as all the memories of the night before came flooding back. Getting dropped off by his limousine, meeting the cheerleader at his front door, their time in the hot tub, to them ending up in bed. For a moment everything just turned white before he manged to shake his head again.
Looking back up, Ron saw how Bonnie's adorable as frightening smirk only grew as she poked him on the nose before sliding off the bed. The millionaire couldn't resist and he watched the cheerleader walk away. His eyes staring at her thin waist, her tan slender legs, but mostly on her big and curvy behind that was in a pair of violet lingerie panties that matched her bra.
The millionaire side-kick bit his lip as Bonnie sensually shifted her hips from side to side as she made her way to the door. After stopping Bonnie bent down and Ron's eyes grew into dinner plates again as he got a perfect view of her flawless behind, almost as if she was presenting it to him. It quickly ended when Bonnie stood back up and holding a princess purple duffle bag and turning around.
The duffle bag held vertically over her torso, Ron could only see her naked slender legs, allowing the side-kick the focus to look at her face. The millionaire noticed that Bonnie was checking out his room bit by bit, but not once staring at him, before her gaze stopped at the door to her left a few feet next to the exit.
"That your privet bathroom?" Ron could only nod at the girl. Bonnie winked teasingly as she opened the door and walked in. "No peeking."
Ron just laid there still as Bonnie walked into his newly installed private bathroom, a room he hadn't even used yet, before he heard the door shut and the shower turn on.
'Should I go in there?' Ron asked himself, staring at the door. 'No. No. No. This is Bonnie we're talking about. Kim's mortal enemy. The girl that's made fun and bullied both of you since Kindergarten… but she's super hot.'
His decision made Ron slid off the bed as quietly as he could and tip toed over to the private bathroom. He was in luck as the door was slightly ajar. Allowing him to see inside. Steam mostly filled the small room, his freshly bought high quality tiles being covered in condensation, even then everything looked nice and shiny. Ron had to admit, the contractors did a nice job.
The view was quickly replaced when he looks down. None other than Bonnie's purple bra and panties sticking out like sore thumbs on the bright red rug on the floor. Ron bit his lip at the sight. As quite as he could, Ron took a deep breath as he looked up at the shower. The millionaire found himself a little disappointed, as thanks to the shower's obscured glass Ron is unable to see anything clear.
But Ron could see Bonnie's flawless trimmed figure, her slender legs that seemed to go on for miles, and of course the two tanned mounds sticking out on her chest through the glass and the pink spots in the center that had to be her nipples. All of which was brought together by Bonnie's amazing singing voice as she hummed and sang a tune he didn't know.
"Holy shit!" Ron mumbled, instantly regretting it as he saw Bonnie's body twitch through the glass, her arms sliding over her chest.
"Ron, are you there?" Ron quietly slapped a hand over his mouth, anger at himself boiling in his chest. "I said no peeking."
"I-I'm not." Ron stuttered, backing up from the door. "I-I uh, do you want anything to eat?"
"As much as I'd like to have some of your cooking we both have to get to school. I'll just have some energy bars on the way there."
"O-oh, uh okay."
"Get dressed Ronnie."
"I'll do that, but ah..." Ron choked out, backing up bit by bit. "Do you have any clothes?"
"Don't worry. I'm covered."
Having made his way over to his dresser, Ron found Rufus sitting on the top of it. Feeling a number of emotions and feelings twisting in his gut, Ron barked out a small confused laugh.
"How much did you see... little buddy?" Rufus gives nonsensical yet aggressive chatter as he threw wild and angry gestures. "That long huh? Hey don't judge me. I know your a different species and all but could you say no to that?!"
Ron asked, pointing desperately to his private bathroom. Of course Rufus could only give unintelligible chatter.
"Yeah, I know she's mean. I know she's been a complete bitch to me for years. And again, please don't judge me, but that just makes it soooomuch hotter."
This time Rufus didn't even bother with the chatter and simply opened the drawer directly below him and tossed a sock at Ron's head. The side-kick stood up and pulled off the sock.
"We'll talk about it later. I have to get ready for school." Rufus gave more nonsensical chatter before he simply hopped off the dresser and dashed out of the room for parts unknown. "Alright."
Ron froze again as he heard the shower turn off. Frantic, the millionaire turned around and saw the door open, thee Bonnie Rockwaller stepped out. The cheerleader had his new bright red towel wrapped around her torso. The red towel covered just above her breasts to about half way down her thighs. On top of her head, Bonnie also had a smaller purple towel that he did not own wrapped up dry her hair.
Like before the millionaire side-kick was star struck by the sight. Like the night before with the hot tub water, thanks to the steam, whatever parts of Bonnie were exposed were glistening and bright. While the towel did cover much it was wrapped tightly against her, leaving little to the imagination. Making the girl even more impossible to ignore.
"Hi Ron."
"H-Hi B-Bo-Bonnie." Ron stuttered at the girl. Bonnie tilted her head tilting to the side as she gestured up and down Ron's body.
"Why aren't you dressed."
"I uh," Ron shrugged, his eyes darting everywhere but the girl standing in front of him. "Got distracted."
"I can see that." Bonnie smirked, pointing down to Ron's crotch. The side-kick looked down and saw that his member is at full attention. Embarrassed, the millionaire desperately tried to cover it with both hands.
"Why are you bothering?" Bonnie rolled her eyes. "After last night I've more than seen the thing."
"Habit I guess." Ron answered, his hands still covering himself.
"Yeah, whatever. Grab some clothes before you go down stares and get dressed." Bonnie ordered. "I need to get ready for school in an hour."
"Wait, what?" Ron asked, turning over at his dreaded alarm clock and seeing that he was up almost a full hour than he usually was. "Nahhhhh! I could still be sleeping. Who set it?"
"Who do you think?" Bonnie asked, her words dripping in condescension. "After you got knocked out."
"D- did you seriously knock me out?" The side-kick asked. The cheerleader tilted her head again at Ron again.
"Its a figure of speech. Now go."
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At his newly empty kitchen, Ron was sitting at the counter built into the wall eating a bowel of cereal. The side-kick chewed a few bites the local news on the old TV blared in his living room in front of him.
"Breaking news! Local teen hero, Kim Possible, had bested long time nemesis Dr. Drakken at yet another global domination scheme. More details at 11. Back to you Chet-"
"So she saved the world without me?" Ron sighed, turning off the feed. "How the hell could she have done that?!"
"Don't get too mad." Ron heard Bonnie announce. "If you hadn't missed it you wouldn't have had such an amazing time last night."
Bonnie was wearing a form fitting long sleeved button up pink top that reaches down to the tip of her thighs with tight white leggings. All that wrapped up with her brown pumps and purple bag hanging off her left shoulder.
"Where did those clothes come from?" Ron asked, pointing to Bonnie's duffle. "And why didn't I see that bag before?"
"Meh," Bonnie shrugged. "You were probably too distracted last night to notice what the thing."
"Probably." Ron shrugged back.
"Why are you wearing your old clothes."
The millionaire side-kick looked down and saw that he indeed was wearing one of his old hokey jerseys over a long sleeved black shirt and his usual blue jeans.
"I just sort of grabbed what was familiar in the dresser."
"So don't care." Bonnie rolled her eyes for a moment before locking back onto the red jersey. "But I'll admit. You actually do look better in this than any of that stupid hip hop wannabe crap."
"Oh why you always gotta be hate'n. I looked mad awesome in that dope-"
"Okay let me stop you right there. If you try speaking any more of that stupid hip hop lingo I will slap you. Right here. Right now." Ron shut his mouth, slumping in his stool pouting. "Okay, that's one stupid thing out of the way. You ready to go to school?"
"Yeah, we just have to wait until the limo comes to pick us up."
"That's not gonna happen." Bonnie explained. "While you were down here eating Captain Crunch I called the limo service and fired them."
"What? How will my posse get here?"
"They won't. I told them to get lost?"
"Whyyyyy?!"
"Because they were parasites, and annoying. From today on you will be saving your money."
"You can't do that!" Ron nearly shouted, shocked as he was.
"I can and I just did." Bonnie answered smugly. The millionaire tried to open his mouth but was silenced when the pretty cheerleader held up her finger to him. "Until I say different you'll be saving your money."
"Oh like all the money I spent on you?" Ron asked pointing to the ruby belt buckle hiding under the pink top. "Bonnie I have 99 million dollars. There's no need to be cheap."
"Ron when was the last time you checked your bank account?" Bonnie asked. "All the crap you've been spending. All of what your parents used. What that blue idiot stole from you. Yeah, you've still got cash but how much is left after all that?"
"Bonnie does it even matter?" Ron rolled his eyes. "Even with all that I'm still filthy rich."
"Yes it matters." Bonnie groaned. "Ron, you are going to save your money."
"Why do you think your in charge of my life Bonnie?"
"Why do you think I showed up last night?"
"Honestly," Ron admittedly shrugged. "I hadn't had the chance to give it that much thought."
"Whatever." Bonnie sighed. "Do you have a car in your garage?"
"My dad does." Ron nodded. "Just bought a couple of hot rods."
"Good," Bonnie rolled her eyes again. "pick one and drive to school with it."
"Okay."
"Where is your garage?"
"Down the hall to the left." Ron directs. Bonnie makes her way to her destination but before she can get too far Ron asks. "Are we really not gonna talk about last night and... us?"
"We will." Bonnie sighed while she continued to the garage. "But after school. Now, drop me off at my place."
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Swerving his spork in his mystery meat pasta on his tray, Ron looked around the lunch room. All the changes he had made over the past week was removed. All the new chairs, tables, even the revamped menu was gone. The students were walking around like they always were before, acting like it never happened.
Ron sighed as he looked at his own table only to find that he was alone, truly alone. He didn't even have Rufus in his pocket to keep him company. For the first time since he gained his money he had no one to talk to.
Looking back up, Ron noticed Bonnie walking away from the food line with her own mystery meat. Ron can't help but stare at her as she walked by and unlike last week she completely ignored him. At least before he got the royalty money whenever he looked even in her direction too long she either glared at him or told him off. He might as well have been invisible as she made her way past him and sat with the other cheerleaders.
Looking back down at the gray meat and white noodles on his plate it was safe to say Ron missed having all the attention... and the custom made meals.
"Hey Ron."
Instantly, the side-kick saw his red haired partner slide up next to him at his table along with her favorite gal pal across from him.
"Kim? Monique?" Ron asked. "Where have you two been?"
"Dementor was trying to take over Europe." Kim shrugged. "I think it was another weather Dominator."
"Huh," Ron nodded. "wait I saw the news this morning. Wasn't it Drakken?".
"With how many times you two take him down they probably just assumed it was the blue boy." Monique deadpanned.
"True," Ron shrugged. "but just Europe, and isn't the weather dominator thing over used?"
"Yeah," Kim nodded. "but Dementor was kinda mad that he didn't get nominated for some stupid award thing. Apparently weather dominator was his cheapest doomsday device."
"What is it with super villains being cheap?" Ron asked. "Why didn't you take me with you?"
"I thought you were busy." Kim answered, taking a bite of her apple. "You just got your money back. Besides Monique was happy to fill in."
The millionaire tilted back and saw the fill-in side-kick rapidly shaking her head to him. Both slouched over their treys as they noticed the heroine turning to check on them.
"Even if I was busy, I'd still want to go. Hell with my money back I could've brought those private security guys as back up."
"Ron, its no big." Kim shrugged as she took another bite. "Besides, we beat Dementor and got back before algebra."
Ron sighed, going back to playing with his mystery meat. Leaning against his hand, Ron noticed how Kim and Monique were looking around the cafeteria.
"Uh, Ron. What happened here." Kim asked. "Where's all the stuff?"
"Yeah, about that. Barkin came to me this morning and apparently there's this legal thing with state guidelines on how a school is run. What that means is for any of the changes I made to stay I have to go before the state senate and the governor and try to pitch to them how and why they're all beneficial." Ron explained. "Even if I actually did all that and it wasapproved it would still take over a year for it to be pushed through all the red tape. Sooo ah... yeah."
"Seriously?" Kim asked, Monique raising her eyebrow.
"Yup." Ron answered. "After I told Barkin I didn't wanna do all that we took'em all down this morning. We just finished up before lunch."
"Huh," Kim asked, turning back to Monique who just shrugged. "What happened to the swooning crowd you had around you last week?"
"Well my ah... dad confiscated all my money and put it into a trust. So now I only have a weekly allowance. Which means-"
"Since your not 'make'n it rain' you don't have any more groupies." Kim joked, taking another bite of her red delicious.
"Pretty much."
"What about your clothes, string bean?" Monique asked, pointing to his trademark red hockey jersey.
"Well after the 'groupies' figured out I'm not handing out money anymore a few of them said I looked stupid. So I switched back to my old duds. Don't tell me they were right." Ron explained, slumping in his seat. After a few moments Ron was surprised by the silence. Turning back to his friends, the two hero gals silently nodding to themselves. "Ohhhh come on!"
"Yeah, sorry Ron. It was bad." Kim nodded, admittedly. "But hey, if it makes you feel any better your old clothes do look better than before."
"If you really want a newer- better look, me and Kimmy'll help you out." Monique eagerly announced. "Yeah, we can take you to club banana later after school."
"Ohhhh no." Ron shook his head. "The last thing I want to do is be your life sized dress up doll.
"Ron, its not like that."
"Oh really?" Ron laughed, disbelief in his voice. "Remember last time you took me shopping?"
"Oh yeah." Kim nodded, her face full of realization and disbelief.
"What happened?" Monique asked.
"Trust us, you don't wanna find out." Kim explained. "Just know that at the end of it club banana had to move to a different part of the mall and Ron was banned for life."
"You started that fire?" Monique gasped, pointing at the infamous clutz side-kick.
"Hey, it was an accident." Ron defended. "Whatever, I'm hungry. I'm gonna go to my locker for some snacks."
After leaving, the side-kick made it to his locker and opened it hoping to have one or two of his famous candy bars. But the moment he looked inside the locked metal container he found that it was completely empty and the metal bottom and sides were sprinkling clean.
"Oh yeah, I slipped the janitor a $50 to clean it out last week."
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It was a beautiful Colorado dusk. The sky was still cloudy, but now had a few more rays of sunlight shining through than the morning. But still, all seemed right in the fair Midwestern city of Middleton. All except one little suburban home that housed the recently turned millionaire Ron Stoppable.
"Rufus?" Ron asked walking to the center of his living room. "Rufus?"
This time Ron did receive an answer. The loud snoring of his naked mole rat. Turning to the noise Ron found his famous pet laying on his back inside of the now empty cheese bowel knocked out, his gut swollen like he swallowed a baseball. But none the less with a happy smile on his face as he slept.
"Glad someone had a good time... and got to eat."
Dropping his back pack on the floor next to the wall Ron looked around the living room. The millionaire can see that the renovation had progressed since that morning. The room now had clear cut white carpeting on the ground. The large plasma screen TV was up and he now had a navy blue leather couch in front of it in the middle of the room. Though it was still obvious that there was much work to do, Ron was none the less impressed with how much they've done since he left for school that morning.
Ron grabbed the remote to his new TV sitting on the lamp table next to the couch and jumping on the center cushion. The side-kick enjoyed the Corinthian leather as he sank into the overpriced sofa. Eager to see the new hundreds of channels, the millionaire pointed the remote to the TV but stopped as he heard the door bell ring.
Well I knew that was coming." Ron groaned, hopping off the couch while tossing the remote back on couch. Ron sighed as he opened the door. "Yeah yeah, keep your shirt on."
"I thought you liked it when I had my shirt off?" Bonnie smirked, sarcasm dripping from her voice as she held up a brown doggy-bag. "I got us some Bueno nacho."
The side-kick opened the bag as Bonnie strutted past him and into the living room. Spotting a bean burrito and a naco, Ron nodded as he shut the door. "Thanks, I guess. Ar-are you expecting me to pay for this? I'm just asking because you told me this morning to save my money."
"Your in the clear." Bonnie tilted her head, hands on her hips, as she inspected the new couch and then the new TV. "Have you checked your bank account?"
"Uhhh,"Ron shrugged. "I haven't had the chance to look it up yet."
"Do you have online banking?"
"Yeah." Ron answered, taking out his phone and logging on where he needed to go. The millionaire smiled at all the zeroes before raising the screen up in triumph. "Still rich!"
Instantly the small brick was snatched out of his hands. The side-kick tried reaching for hit but his hand was slapped away by the eye rolling cheer leader. Ron rubbed his hand while Bonnie tinkered with his phone for a few moments.
"Well the dumb blue guy used up like 36 million of your money on his stupid villain crap."
"That's not that bad. I've still go-"
"I'm looking through your history. Now taking out what your parents used, nah, nah, nah... you've been apparently spending about a milliona day since you first got the money!" Bonnie nearly shouted, tossing the phone back to Ron. "Knowing you, you probably just gave it away to idiots like those Eminem village people wannabe's. Right now your just under half! Even if that stupid blue retard didn't steal it, Ron you would have lost all your money in just a few months."
Ron reached for the flying brick but it only bounced off his fingers and fumbled to the ground along with the doggy bag on the white carpet. Picking up both off the ground, Ron huffed in surprise. "Jesus, really?"
"Yes really."
"Well, when your right your right. I'll be more careful with my money." Ron nodded. "I'll call that private security company agai-"
"I mean that you shouldn't be so stupid with your money!"
"I'm sorry my queen." Ron pleaded, sarcasm heavy in his voice. "Jesus, would you relax. I don't see what the big deal is. Even if I did lose all my cash. Its royalties money. Bueno Nacho will just keep giving me more until the naco stops being delicious."
"Yeah," Bonnie groaned before she took a deep breath. "Unless they discontinue the naco."
"W-what the hell are you talking about?"
"I spent all day looking into this royalties stuff. It wouldn't be the first time a big chain restaurant discontinue something popular if it meant they didn't have to pay a lot of money they aren't getting to someone who doesn't even work for them." Bonnie explained. "Sometimes they even try to take the rights for the thing out from under the inventor. I wouldn't be surprised if Bueno tried to do that to you, rich boy."
"That can't happen." Ron announced, panic clear in his voice.
"No shit." Bonnie folded her arms. "I suggest you hire a lawyer."
"Okay, I can do that. Half my family are lawyers."
"Yeah, but are they any good?" Bonnie asked, condescension heavy in her voice.
"I'll be honest I don't know. I'll look into it later." Ron shrugged, sliding his phone back into his pocket. "Thanks for telling me all of that."
"Yeah, you should thank me." Bonnie snorted, walking over and leaning against the armrest of the new couch.
A tense but awkward silence filled the room. Eager to move past it, Ron rubbed his chin hard as the question at the back of his mind began scratching away. "Sooo... what are we exactly?"
"Well," The cheerleader took a deep breath. "to start we aren't dating. At most I'd say your my sugar daddy and I'm your financial security adviser."
"Uh..."
"Ugh! You give me money when I ask for it and I'm your sexy accountant that if you do what I say you get to have sex with." Bonnie groaned. "Understand?"
"I'll admit I like the sound of that." Ron nodded. "But I gotta ask, what happens if I don't do what you say?"
"I'll tease you like crazy until you do." Bonnie answered bluntly.
Ron could only bark out a laugh at the answer and the tone she said it. Ron's smile quickly melted away as he saw Bonnie grow her adorable smirk, his spin quivered from the sight. The side-kick bit the side of his lip as he saw the cheerleader stand up straight, her front towards him, her eyes locked on Ron's own with her hands on the top button of her shirt.
The side-kick found himself frozen again as his eyes darted on the button. Bonnie slowly, achingly unsnapped it and then another, before sliding her hands down the front of her top. Just like that morning, Ron saw what looked to be a mile of creaming tanned cleavage shine through the pink cotton.
Pulling her shoulders back and ticking out her chest, Bonnie strutted the short way toward the millionaire side-kick, his eyes fixated on the royal purple bra he spotted peaking out of her shirt.
Standing right in front of the millionaire side-kick, Bonnie grabbed hold of his hockey jersey, suddenly pulling Ron to her. Backing on her heels, almost a decade of dance and cheer leading practice, Bonnie used Ron's momentum to swing the side-kick around with his back facing the couch. Setting the millionaire on his feet but still against her, Bonnie's supple breasts sitting on his chest, Ron was forced into a staring contest with the taller cheerleader. The side-kick felt his spin quiver again as he spotted her adorable smirk again.
"Ronnie, could you ever say no to me?" Bonnie smirked as she liked the tip of Ron's nose.
"Holy crap." Ron winced, feeling his pants becoming so much tighter.
"Right!." Bonnie laughed as pecking Ron hard on the lips. The cheerleader suddenly shoved the millionaire against the armrest of the couch, tipping him over and landing him on the couch. "Take those pants off!"
Ron's eye twitched as he saw Bonnie pulled her shirt open, all the buttons unsnapping, her large and perky breasts bounced and jiggled inside the bra. His gaze still focused on royal purple beauty covering Bonnie's chest, Ron kicked off his shoes and yanked down his jeans, only to get caught on his ankles. Ron was about to reach for them, but was stopped when the cheerleader hopped over the armrest and crawled on top of him.
The side-kick could barely breath as Bonnie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hot kiss. From the sheer surprise, fright, and passion Ron's eyes melted into the back of his head as he felt Bonnie's tongue force its way into his mouth and dominating his own. On instinct alone, Ron clasped his hands around Bonnie's waist as she bucked into him.
""O-oh m-m-man!" Ron stammered, thrashing his head back into the cushion, his body twitching under the beautiful cheerleader laying on top of him."I-I'm sorry. Its j-just that you're so hot."
"O-oh, ohhhh no. We are not done. Not now."
Bonnie glowered, pure passion and hunger on her face as she pulled Ron's head down into another kiss. While Ron tried to kiss back this time, he was caught by surprise when he felt Bonnie's hand slide over his crotch and started rubbing. It was more than enough, Ron's hands slid from the queen Bee's waist down into Bonnie's white leggings and squeezed her juicy bubble behind.
Bonnie moaned into Ron's mouth before breaking the kiss, sitting up on the side-kick's thighs. Ron's eyes firmly on Bonnie's bouncing breasts in her bra, he barley noticed when the queen Bee reached down and opened up the purple hearted boxers, allowing his erection to pop out at attention.
Ron got the wind knocked out of him in surprise when Bonnie fell to her side on top of him in a thump as she shimmied out of her leggings. Kicking the pair of whites to the side, Bonnie hopped back on and straddled the side-kick's thighs again, and as Ron noticed naked from the waist up.
The millionaire gripped the cushions of the couch tight as he saw Bonnie pull out a purple condom from her bra cup, ripping the wrapper off with her teeth, standing on her knees over him. Like the night before, Ron practically swallowed his tongue as Bonnie slid the condom slowly- teasingly down his member. With her hand still on the base Bonnie positioned Ron's member before she slowly slide down onto it. Bonnie joined the millionaire as they moaned in pleasure together.
Sitting on Ron's lap Bonnie shifted from side to side on top of him, Ron's eyes shut tightly from the pleasure. Ron tilted his head back from the feeling of Bonnie's inner walls constricting on him and the queen bee herself pulling him with her as she moved to the left and right.
Unable to help himself anymore Ron jumped up and grabbed hold of Bonnie's hips as he started pumping into her. Bonnie practically screamed in please as he did, fallowed by bucking into him as he pumped into her, quickly finding a rhythm to work with.
Groaning in pleasure, Bonnie reached and grabbed hold of Ron's thighs to allow her leverage as she arched her back as she kept bucking on the millionaire. Ron saw this and how Bonnie's breasts bounced like too amazing overfilled jumbo water balloons insider her bra.
Ron's right hand abandoned Bonnie's hip so he could reach up and grab Bonnie's amazing- bouncing boob. Instantly, Ron felt Bonnie freeze up before flinching like he did before, crying out nothing as she squeezed him.
"OHHHH GAWD!"
The millionaire was only motivated more by the beautiful cheerleader's cries of pleasure and pumped into her harder and faster, bouncing the limp girl on him like a rag doll. Bonnie grabbed hold of Ron's arm that handled on her chest and slumped over him as she bounced on the side-kick, her bouncing breasts in clear view over his face.
"Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd."
Bonnie screamed as she began bucking on top of Ron again. Feeling himself coming close, Ron squeezed Bonnie's boob tighter through her bra as he pumped harder and harder into the now screwed silly cheer leader on top of him. Soon both froze stiff into each other, twitching into each other, moaning and screaming to nothing. Ron's last sight in his numb mind before he closed his eyes was the twitching jack-o-lantern frown on Bonnie's face as her eyes melted into the back of her head and then falling forward.
Trying to catch his breath, Ron rubbed the sweaty back of the panting cheerleader laying on top of him. The millionaire side-kick had a smile grow on his face as he felt Bonnie wrap her arms around Ron's and squeeze a warm hug.
Ron kissed the girl on the cheek before letting his head lump back down on the cushion, them both just lying there. After a minute or two, Bonnie let go of Ron's neck and slid to the inside of the couch, turning so she was laying on her side inbetween Ron and the side cushion.
"Th-that was am-amazing." Bonnie panted.
"Your amazing." Ron answered thoughtlessly but none the less with complete sincerity.
"I-I-Pheeewww." Bonnie stopped to take a breath. Exhaling, Bonnie crawled off the millionaire and the couch and onto the white carpet. "I know I am."
Still laying on the freshly broken-in couch Ron watched as the nearly naked queen bee reached down, grabbed her white leggings and put them back on before she walking around the couch.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm hungry Ronnie." Bonnie answered as she reached the far right arm rest and picked up the doggy bag of Bueno nacho. "The only thing I've had to eat all day are a couple of power bars."
"Huh, okay." Ron answered as he saw Bonnie walk back over to him, picking up up the remote off the floor.
"Now put your pants on and scrouch over. I wanna try out your new TV."
